“Did I miss something, or was this some kind of sick joke?” continued Lucille. “Do you regularly offer to help dudes and then—poof!—they’re a chinchilla? I bet you’re selling their fur on the black market, right?”

“Cut her some slack,” broke in Dean. “I mean, potions are hard. And she’ll fix it. You can fix it, right?”

“You’d better be able to fix it,” said Lucille, “because otherwise you’re going to have to deal with all twenty eight members of the varsity football team.”

“Yeah, we have a big game Friday,” said Dean, a little more nervous than before. “I don’t think chinchillas are all that great at blocking tackles.”

“Give me a minute,” snapped Sylvia. She was frantically looking through a huge leather bound book.

Dean and Lucille looked at each other. The clock (Mr Burnbaum’s lizard tongue original) ticked loudly. Lucille sighed. “That was three minutes, I timed it. Haven’t you found the answer?”

Sylvia bit her lip. “I know I’ve seen the formula in here…was it on the left page…here’s that dragon’s gall beauty scrub…”

“This is taking too long,” said Lucille. “I’m asking the Googoyle.”

“That may be a good idea,” said Dean. He didn’t want to offend Sylvia, but picturing life as a chinchilla was making him feel a little nauseous.

“Who mixes up a love potion with a recipe for human a’ la small furry animal?” muttered Lucille as she walked over to the black box. When she opened it, the Googoyle sighed. “Enter your search,” he mumbled.

“Reverse a chinchilla potion.”

“There are 300,452,684 results. Would you like me to…” he trailed off. Maybe he was asleep.

“Read me the WikiHow article,” said Lucille.

It sounded like a lot of mumbo jumbo to her, but Sylvia was scribbling notes furiously. “Ok, got it,” she said. The Googoyle fell asleep again.

“You have pretty handwriting,” said Dean. “Sort of, unique.”

“Unique is the right word,” snorted Lucille. “It looks like chicken scrawl.”

“At least I can write,” said Sylvia. “Doesn’t your hand cramp up because you only ever text?”

Dean smiled.

“Don’t smile at me, chinchilla,” snapped Lucille.

​He raised his lip and showed off a toothy grin.

She laughed. “Bro, you’re crazy.”

“Drink this,” said Sylvia, handing him a vial of gross smelling liquid.

“Whoever this girl is, she must be pretty special to go through all of this trouble to ask her on a date,” said Lucille. “Are you sure it’s not Fanny Fanbollum?”

“Noooooooo, it’s not Fanny. I mean, she’s great and all, but cheerleaders aren’t my thing.”

“Oh, you like your girls to have brains?” Lucille winked at Sylvia. “See, girl, there’s hope.”

Dean blushed under his chinchilla fur. He had to hold his nose with a paw to get the formula down. “Uggggggggghhhhh, nassssty!”

“You’re human!” gasped Sylvia.

Dean whirled to face the mirror. He had never so happy to see a pimple right on the tip of his very human nose in all his life.

“That’s the good news,” said Sylvia. “The bad news is that the love formula didn’t work because I’m missing an ingredient.”

“Oh,” said Dean.

“We could try something else. Something along the same lines.”

“Umm, ok.”

“Do it,” said Lucille. “I’ve always wanted to see what Dean would look like as rooster or a cockroach.”

“Shut up,” said Dean.

Lucille stuck out her tongue.

“Here’s one that makes you always tell the truth,” suggested Sylvia.

“Oh, brilliant,” said Lucille. “What happens when she asks if something makes her butt look fat?”

“True,” said Dean. “Although she’s not fat. But, you know…”

“Yeah, best to stay away from truth potions,” agreed Sylvia. “What about Idiotic Amounts of Bravery? That could help you ask her out.”

“Well…”

“Or Super Human Good Looks?”

“Scratch that one,” said Lucille. “If Dean gets any handsomer, the entire cheer squad is going into cardiac arrest.”

What would you do if you got turned into a small furry animal? Would you go out to lunch with the person responsible?

Once again, great story! I absolutely loved reading it! Poor Dean...I"d be furious if I got turned into a small furry animal! Turning me into a horse, or eagle, or wolf, or griffin, or better yet, a dragon? Yes please, any day! But a chinchilla? Or guinea pig? No thank you - I would fly off the handle. You'd have to put a warning sign on me: Warning, this creature may devour you at a moments notice! As for going out to lunch with them? Maybe after I whap 'em one. :P Depends if I actually really liked them or not!

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Tezic

3/10/2017 05:14:08 am

This made me smile so big. Lol
And the munchkin references!
Those are great!